In the pell-mell of
Confusing events I run……
Run into nothingness…
Halo of hope moves
Giving me rare dream some nights….
I fall like bird shot
Dead in the desert of treachery…….
Soul feels shattered with
A sound unheard of in the wind…
I feel smell of moist
Earth at the end of my life line…
O life! ! Keep me engaged
With your choking flow, gently….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing chokes, feel free to contact lovable souls, pain is overt,